บททั้งหมดของ Falling for the Vampire Prince: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

DANTE“I don’t know who killed Seb, father. Orville stated it wasn’t him.”“Orville was Seb’s Beta. They were close. I did recall he mentioned his name numerous of times. Apparently they grew up together.”“Did Seb ever mention anything that was out of ordinary as regards Orville?”He thought about my question and shook his head. “No, nothing out of the ordinary. He only mentioned that Orville was nothing but a good friend.”Of course he did. Seb was practically a saint. He could never say anything bad about anyone, no matter how evil-intentioned they were. He could paint the devil white if he could.“We didn’t see Aila.” The cup in his hands stilled and that caught my attention. “Did he mention anything about Aila, father?” I knew Ambrose. There was something he was not saying, but I was relentless blood hound when I wanted answers. I was determi

DANTE “They are rogue vampires.” As we approached my throne room, he hands me a stamped file.“Coral and Zane Flynn, siblings, are rogue vampires and part of some sort of elite vampire cartel here in North America.” I loosened the tie around my neck and sat down on the couch, skimming through the contents of the file. I always had a feeling that they were rogue vampires, but I wanted to be sure before I made a decision. Rogues are a bloody nuisance, one which you could not get rid of, no matter how hard you tried. They were everywhere and they do cause disruptions from time to time. Ever since the war, their activities have been at an all time low, but they were still around and when they decide to show their faces, they made sure to leave a mess. Like the mess they left in the human territory, killing my girl’s family. Technically, Kira isn&r

DANTE“What did you tell, Kira?” I asked accusatorily. The guards I stationed to watch over Kira informed me that she was talking to Ellemea. Then, I met L=Kira in the hallway and she looked upset. She refused to look me in the eye when I asked her what was wrong and slipped from my grasp to her room.Ellemea closed the front door of the throne room, calmly and cautiously, then took her seat on the L-shaped couch.“Well, Good morning to you too, Dante,” she answered sarcastically. “I’m fine, thank you so much for asking. It’s not like you summoned me here early in the morning when I could be, I don’t know, mixing potions.”I narrowed my eyes at her. Those where not answers to my question.“What did you tell her?” I pressed. If Kira was so upset, it must have been something serious. I moved from my throne to join her on the couch and dismissed Zander for a few hours. He deserved the r

DANTECatching Nick was fairly easy. He was not even trying to make himself scarce and I was hell-bent on exhausting every means necessary to find him. Of course, I also had the help of Ellemea.Getting Nick to tell me what the fuck was going on? That was an arduous task. He refused to breathe a word, no matter how much he was tortured. I never liked him to begin with so torturing him for two days was a great pleasure of mine. I knew what made werewolves tick and the whip laced in wolfsbane was their greatest enemy. My anger was burning bright and no matter how many times he screamed and thrashed through the chains at the bottom of the underground tunnel, he wasn’t going anywhere.That would teach him that touching what was mine would get you killed. How his pea brain thought he could break into my castle without me finding out was beyond me. When Ellemea first said his name, after identifying him via the CCTV footage, I couldn’t believe

KIRAEmily practicing black magic explained a lot.It explained why she looked the way she did and why her being smelt like death. However, it doesn’t explain the vision I had when I touched her. She was kissing a woman, whilst being with Nick and she gave  the said woman something.It also doesn’t explain that she killed a man.My powers, I’ve come to the conclusion that I may have the gift of peering into people’s past, has never steered me wrong. I mean, it worked on Prince Dante so I’m convinced that there was more  to my ‘vision’ than the naked eye could see. I hadn’t told anyone about it yet: my first choice was to go to Prince Dante because no doubt this information would be very crucial, but again, he was making himself scarce. I also heard, via gossips from the servants, that lately, he was in an extremely foul mood. I had heard him yell at a couple of guards for not doing their jobs corre